Someone passed wearing your cologne and the aroma lingered in the air.

I lost all intelligence as thought after thought exited my brain. My only focus centered on continuing to long for a scent as it faded into oblivion.

All my dignity transformed into impulsiveness as I debated asking a stranger for the name of the brand they were wearing.

As if I could buy you back like a bottle of liquid. As if that transaction would buy back the time that you were kind.

What could I possibly do with 12 oz of memories of you?